Suggestive Quotes

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Terry Pratchett
Terry Pratchett, Eric

Dannika Dark
- Simon Hunt”
dannika dark, Sterling

John Updike
Updike, John, Rabbit, Run

Sara Shepard
“Here you go, dear."" The corners of Mrs. Colbert's mouth curled up. "You like meat, don't you?"
Emily blinked. Was it her, or did that statement seem...loaded? She checked Issac for his reaction, but he was innocently selecting a roll from a wicker basket. "Uh, thanks." Emily said, pulling the platter toward her. She did like meat. The kind you, um, eat.”
Sara Shepard, Killer

John Barnes
“Can I ask you something personal?”

Six inches but I tell everyone eight.”
John Barnes, Tales of the Madman Underground

Dannika Dark

Dannika Dark, Gravity

Holly Black
“You’re terrible at this whole ‘tell me whatever I want to know’ thing.” My hand goes to the crossbow, but I don’t pick it up.

He sighs. “Just ask me something. Ask about my tail. Don’t you want to see it?” He raises his brows.”
Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

Lisa Kleypas
“Cicadas," Poppy said. "This is the only place you'll see them in England. They're usually found only in the tropics. Only a male cicada makes that noise- it's said to be a mating song."
"How do you know he's not commenting on the weather?"
Sending him a provocative sideways glance, Poppy murmured, "Well, mating is rather a male preoccupation, isn't it?"
Harry smiled. "If there's a more interesting subject," he said, "I have yet to discover it.”
Lisa Kleypas, Tempt Me at Twilight

Rachel Caine
“Claire tipped her head back, and this time he found her lips. It was, she thought, supposed to be a fast and sweet little kiss, but somehow it slowed down, got warmer and deeper. His lips were damp and soft as silk, and that was such a contrast to the hard lines of his body pressed against her. The strength of his hands sliding around her waist and pulling her even closer. She heard him growl low in his throat, a wild and hungry sound that made her go weak and faint.
He broke the kiss and leaned against her, breathing hard. "Good morning to you too. Man, I just can't stay mad when you do that."
"Do what?" she asked innocently. She didn't feel innocent. She also didn't feel sixteen-nearly-seventeen, not at all. Shane always made her feel older. Much older. Ready for anything. It was a good thing Shane wasn't as dumb as her hormones seemed to be.
"Unless you want to stay home and cut class, we don't really have time to talk about it," he said, and waggled his eyebrows. "So. Wanna cut class and make out?”
Rachel Caine, Midnight Alley

Lisa Kleypas
“Sara was annoyed that the two were conducting the transaction as if she weren't there at all. "Four day gowns," she interrupted, "and two for evening. Six in all. And perhaps a cambric nightgown-"
"Twenty-five," Derek told the dressmaker. "Don't forget gloves, slippers, unmentionables, and everything she'll need to go with the order." Gently he covered Sara's mouth with his hand as she sputtered in protest. His sly green eyes met the dressmaker's over her head, and he winked as he added, "Nightgowns aren't necessary."
Monique chuckled and glanced at Sara's reddening face. "I think perhaps, madam, your husband is part French!”
Lisa Kleypas, Dreaming of You

Lisa Kleypas
“I don't require any more sleep than you do, sir. If you stay up late, I am capable of doing the same. I also have work to do."
His brows lowered in a forbidding scowl. "Go to bed, Miss Sydney."
Sophia did not flinch. "Not until you do."
"My bedtime has nothing to do with yours," he said curtly, "unless you are suggesting that we go to bed together."
Clearly, the remark was meant to intimidate her into silence.
A reckless reply came to mind, one so bold that she bit her tongue to keep from speaking. And then she thought, Why not? It was time to declare her sexual interest in him... time to advance her plan of seduction one more step.
"All right," she said quickly. "If that is what it takes to make you get the rest you require- so be it."
His dark face went blank. The lengthy silence that ensued was evidence of how greatly she had surprised him. My God, she thought in a flutter of panic. Now I've done it. She could not predict how Sir Ross would respond. Being a gentleman- a notoriously celibate one- he might refuse her proposition. However, there was something in his expression- a flicker in his gray eyes- that made her wonder if he might not accept the impulsive invitation. And if he did, she would have to carry it out and sleep with him. The thought jarred her very soul. This was what she had planned, what she had wanted to achieve, but she was suddenly terrified.
Terrified by the realization of how much she wanted him.
Slowly Sir Ross approached, following as she backed away one step, then another, until her spine was flattened against the door. His alert gaze did not move from her flushed face as he braced his hands on the door, placing them on either side of her head.
"My bedroom or yours?" he asked softly.
Perhaps he expected her to back down, stammer, run away.
Her hands curled into balls of tension. "Which would you prefer?" she parried.
His head tilted as he studied her, his eyes oddly caressing. "My bed is bigger.”
Lisa Kleypas, Lady Sophia's Lover

Virginia Alison
“Oh girl....Sex IS the answer!!!
It depends on the question...”
Virginia Alison

Lisa Kleypas
“A gentleman shouldn't give personal items to a lady he's courting." He lowered his voice, mindful of being overheard by Poppy and the housekeeper, who were talking by the threshold of the Rutledge apartments. "But I can't take it back- no other woman could do it justice. And Marks, you have no idea of the self-restraint I exercised, I wanted to buy you a pair of embroidered stockings with little flowers running that run all the way up the insides of your-"
"My lord," Catherine whispered, a light blush covering her face. "You forget yourself."
"I haven't forgotten a thing, actually. Not one detail of your beautiful body. Soon I may start sketching you naked again. Every time I put a pencil to paper, the temptation nearly overwhelms me."
She tried to look severe. "You promised not to do that again."
"But my pencil has a will of its own," he said gravely.”
Lisa Kleypas, Married By Morning

Connie Mason
“Stop.” She covered her breast with her own hand. “That’s no’ a healer’s touch.”
His smile was sin incarnate. “Ye’ve the right of it there, lass. That’s a lover’s touch. And ye’ve had only the smallest bit of the pleasure, only a taste of what I would give ye an’ ye allow it.”
“No,” She scrambled to her feet to put some distance between them. “An’ ye try to take me, I’ll scratch yer eyes out, Rob MacLaren.”
“I’d not take ye. Not a step further than ye wish. I ken ye’re a virgin and wanting to stay that way,” he said earnestly. “But there’s great delight for a man in the giving of pleasure, ye see. And ways around a maidenhead that’ll leave ye still pure when we’re done.”
She’d forgotten to breathe as he spoke. Now she sucked in a quick breath.
“Shall I pleasure ye, Elspeth?”
Connie Mason, Sins of the Highlander

J.D. Ruskin
“Phrases and images from the game filtered through his head... hitting the sweet spot, working the rosin bag, over the bat, going deep, in the hole, double header, baseball was a filthy, dirty sport!”
J.D. Ruskin, When One Door Opens

Kate Forsyth
“I'm sorry, I'm afraid I have no time to be a wet-nurse for a bantling.'
To my surprise, he did not flush or draw away in embarrassment. He grinned and winked at me, as if to say I could suckle him any time, and to my horror I felt myself grow red.”
Kate Forsyth, Bitter Greens

Lisa Kleypas
“Ross's thick lashes veiled his smoky eyes. She sensed his rampant desire to be alone with her. "Three hours," he said, speaking as if to himself.
"What?" she asked.
"Three hours until midnight. Then you will go upstairs, and I will follow soon after."
"Oh. Isn't that rather too early to retire from a ball such as this? I suspect some of the couples will be dancing until dawn."
"We won't be one of them," he said firmly, escorting her to the drawing room. "I can think of a much better way to spend the rest of the evening."
"Sleeping?" she said with false innocence.
Ross bent to whisper his alternative, and grinned as a wild blush rose in her face.”
Lisa Kleypas, Lady Sophia's Lover

Lisa Kleypas
“And as for his being a cold fish, I can assure you most definitely that he is not. Furthermore-"
"Sophia," Sir Ross interrupted softly, "you don't have to defend me, my love."
"Well, you're not," she insisted.
His hand turned palm up to grip hers, and for just a moment the pair stared at their interlaced fingers with a shared pleasure that seemed unspeakably intimate. Lottie felt a peculiar ache in her chest. What must it be like to love that way? The two of them seemed to take such enormous delight in each other.”
Lisa Kleypas, Worth Any Price

“My emotions reflect my my art”
Martin M. Stupak

Hannah Richell
“I don't think you two have even tried to beat me," says Albie with obvious dissatisfaction as he declares "Mahjong" for a final time.
"Sorry, Albie," she says. "It just wasn't going my way today. Well done." She reaches across the table and begins to stack the tiles to pack them away, her hand accidentally brushing against Jack's as he simultaneously returns his pieces to the centre of the table. She glances at him, wondering if he too felt the surge of energy pass between them.
"I'd like a rematch," says Jack, his eyes fixed firmly on Lillian's. "I feel sure I can only improve my performance with practice.”
Hannah Richell, The Peacock Summer

Maggie Alderson
“Enough," she said, putting a finger on Guy's lips. He opened his mouth and bit it lightly, then began teasing the end of it with his tongue.
"Stop it!" she exclaimed, pulling it out and wiping it on his shirt. "You are the limit, Guy Webber, do you know that?”
Maggie Alderson, The Scent of You

Lisa Kleypas
“How is Cassandra going to reach the chapel without being drenched?" Tom asked with a groan. "I'm going to tell Trenear and Ravenel to-"
'Let them take care of her for now," Winterborne counseled. "Soon enough she'll belong to you." He paused before adding slyly, "And then you'll be lighting your fire on a new hearth."
Tom gave him a quizzical glance. "She'll be moving into my house."
Winterborne grinned and shook his head. "I meant your wedding night, you spoony half-wit.”
Lisa Kleypas, Chasing Cassandra

Stacey Ballis
“We planned the menu together: butter lettuce salad with a shallot, lemon, and caper vinaigrette, a huge tomahawk steak to share, wild mushroom risotto, and steamed broccolini, with a pistachio soufflé for dessert. Marcy dropped off some chocolate sablé cookies and caramelized white chocolate truffles last night to add to the party, as well as a gorgeous zucchini bread with chocolate chips "for breakfast," she said, winking.”
Stacey Ballis, How to Change a Life